Got back out for another hour today. Some may find a 42 x 19 a little on the easy side. I, on the other hand, find it remarkably challenging. Should I mention the wheels are built x 36 on shitassold Campag hubs in serious need of attention. The tires are steel beaded and the tubes are thorn resistant. They are heavy and they are solid. Pushing them over is like operating a wheelbarrow full of cement. Perfectly appropriate for my present state of mind and physical condition. Don’t think, just keep pushing. I am not here to think.
That kid coming toward me in the red shirt on the BMX bike; he was smoking a blunt. Go forth and conquer, young lion.
I tooled around as tool such as I is prone to. Check out these two houses I rolled by. First guy has a great big chair and a moose. the chair is higher than the roofline of his three bedroom, two bath rancher. Note the mini-van in a state of mid-repair. You may not be able to tell from the pic (a little dark) but the rear wheel has been removed and the car is just sitting on a hydraulic floor jack. No axle stand, no block of wood. Just the jack. It was exactly the same when I rode by it yesterday.
Nice. Stay classy, North Phoenix.
The guy right across the way is holding his own. And then some. He’s got several, well, fake horses. I don’t know what else to call them. Statues? Sculpture? Tributes to American Freedom? That and a wishing well.
I thought the green astro turf pulled over a pile of rocks really brought the whole thing together. These two gems must be holding down the property values for the entire block. Maybe even a square mile.
What will tomorrow bring? I’m almost afraid to find out.by